I Gotta Story to Tell

Ono wanna beef with that steam fish? //
Tell your artist, keep my name out your mouth or you won’t have no peace //
Compared to Canibus your pit bulls are poultry //
You and Biggie made a dope team, but I’ll roast Beans //
So be careful how you approach things //
My name ain’t J to the mwa, man I got a flow that stings //
It’s rap music, you confuse it if you want to //
I might still diss you just to see what you gonna do //
You must be getting insecure or something //
I’m just admiring your shit man, I ain’t gonna touch it //
I been through a lot of things in my life but I learned from it //
Put yourself in my shoes, don’t I deserve something? //
The only difference between me and you is a budget //
Don’t make me have to go and sign with Suge or somethin’ //
Remember this, history repeats itself //
Whenever that never-ending hunger meets itself //
Everybody want their wealth, peace and health //
When I was fucked up you didn’t give a couple G’s to help //
Did you? No, you waited for my cheese to melt //
You want all the hot beats and the streets to yourself //
Well, my patronymic is different enough to attract interest //
From anybody in the rap business and I’mma get it cash or credit //
Besides a little drama with my first two records //
Rip the Jacker’s image is unblemished //
Come on, I wouldn’t bite you, I look at you like my dentist //
I thought you was number one recommended, why you offended? //
Hip Hop ain’t your property, you ain’t the only tenant //
If I win the lottery you can’t tell me how to spend it //
You got something to say don’t put your henchmen in it //
Your little monkey-faced artists that you signed for pennies //
I refuse to serve them like Denny’s, you know they rhymes is petty //
Don’t tell me that your school of Hard Knocks turned preppy //
None of you mother fuckers know me and you never met me //
And if my name wasn’t shit then you wouldn’t sweat me //
That’s absurd right, me getting busy get on your nerves right? //
You really are listening to the words right? //
High when I wrote this but sober when I spoke it //
It’s not like I tried to promote it like Jay-O did //
You notice? Man I was never focused on you //
I just spit hard on the mic ‘cause my shit is hot too //
I went out and bought your album two times I ain’t hatin’ //
Next thing I know you’re talking Jamaican like you’re a native //
But you’re really violatin’, you don’t know what you sayin’ //
Canibus ain’t in the game so you know he ain’t playin’ //
I had nothing before and I have nothing now //
Fucking with a nigga with nothing only brings you down //